Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Ding! Warning, the Great Xia Ding has entered the recovery stage. During the recovery period, it needs to consume a lot of spiritual energy. Please continue to invest. If the recovery fails, the Great Xia Ding will enter a one-year dormant period."

"Ding! Warning! The Great Xia Ding is burning the aura in the Ding, please speed up the input."

Looking at the news prompted in the stamp album, Zhao Ke's eyes widened and he was a little caught off guard.

Staring at the Daxia Ding, he saw a layer of green light gradually rising from the four feet of the cauldron, covering the Daxia Ding like a flame.

"Quick! Get the stamps quickly, don't want ordinary ones, I'll bring all the stamps above silver!" Zhao Ke became short of breath, shouting, which made Mo Ju quickly get the stamps.

Seeing that something happened to this great cauldron, Mo Ju changed her attitude just now.

She is not afraid of burning money, but she is afraid that she will not see any results after paying so much.

At this time, after seeing the changes in the mysterious cauldron, Mo Ju couldn't help immediately changing the acquisition strategy just now.

Quickly mobilize the resources in the warehouse, and quickly take out the silver stamps in stock.

One by one stamps were traded to Zhao Ke.

After Zhao Ke started to activate the sublimation, the silver stamps in his hand began to turn into ashes continuously.

Mo Ju's eyes were not on Da Xia Ding, but on the stamps that Zhao Ke kept burning.

I counted the number of silver stamps Zhao Ke consumed.

I saw wisps of sunlight being swallowed by the Great Xia Ding, but the Great Xia Ding was always like a bottomless pit, except that the strange light from the body of the tripod gradually strengthened, there was no surprising change.

But Zhao Ke couldn't hold back the excitement on his face, and danced around the big bronze tripod.

Da Xia Ding is recovering, which shows that his thinking is correct.

If you want to really master this Great Xia Ding, the first thing you need to do is to feed it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke looked at the silver stamps in his hand that were constantly being sacrificed.

Zhao Ke was both excited and helpless.

"It's all money!"

A butcher's box and one's own emissary.

These two rice buckets and foodies are enough to give me a headache.

Not to mention, I also have a black-hearted stamp "Black Factory" and an iron-eating monster "Ghost Tiger"

The capabilities of these two stamps have already been called the Luxgen Big 7 in the stamp industry.

To say that the only ones that are better are the two old products, sambar and old tree, at least they don't need much, and they can occasionally produce some.

But even so, their consumption is really nothing compared to the Great Xia Ding.

Even Zhao Ke himself, looking at the silver stamps that have been turned into ashes in his hand, felt a pain in his flesh

Not to mention those ordinary stamps that I just invested in.

Even if there are some low-grade stamps, the number is amazing.

At this time, it was hard to revive Da Xia Ding, but found that it would continue to burn.

Moreover, the low-level stamps may not be able to keep up with the consumption, so they can only burn silver-level stamps.

It's also thanks to my cheap wife, otherwise it's just my little family fortune.

Otherwise, let alone revive the Great Xia Ding.

I'm afraid that I won't even think about injecting the aura in Daxia Ding into the standard line of recovery in my life.

"Fortunately, it's not my money." Zhao Ke comforted himself in his heart.

Fortunately, these stamps are not his own, otherwise one after another will be burned.

I am afraid that I want to die.

Having figured this out, Zhao Ke simply stopped looking at the stamps in his hand, thinking that he was burning firewood in his heart.

In fact, it was no wonder that Da Xia Ding's recovery conditions were so dire.

The tripod itself is an important weapon of the country.

What's more, the Great Xia Ding is regarded as a sacred weapon for protecting the country by the Great Xia.

You must know that the Xingtian family fights for Daxia every year, and at least one-third of the slaves and treasures they get will be left to Daxia Ding as annual sacrifices.

This is still a state of daily maintenance.

For example, the Great Xia Ding that Zhao Ke entered into a state of war at that time, just the sacrifice that day had already caused blood to flow in the capital of Daxia, and the number of people was as high as a mountain.

The country's most important weapon is naturally supported by national strength.

Zhao Ke's little salary alone is really insignificant to Da Xia Ding.

"This tripod...is indeed an artifact that surpasses the heavens and the earth, hehe, it's done, it's done!"

With such a big commotion in the room, of course the sambar and the old tree also walked in.

The two were holding red wine, especially the sambar red wine, which actually had half of ginseng whiskers soaked in it.

Staring at the Great Xia Ding in front of Zhao Ke, Sambar's mouth almost split to the back of his head when he smiled.

Even the old tree, who used to not show any emotions or anger, couldn't help showing an excited expression on his face at this moment.

Don't get me wrong, he is not happy for Zhao Ke, but misses the wife he raised.

Looking back, seeing Sambar staring greedily at Zhao Ke's Da Xia Ding, he couldn't help curling his lips: "Why are you so greedy? He also has a zombie wife!"

The old tree's words made the fire in Sambar's heart pour into a basin of cold water instantly, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he drank the red wine on his hand viciously.

Roared angrily; "So what about zombies, if they can't escape the three disasters and five calamities, they are destined to be reduced to the dust of the heavens. If I make up for it, maybe I can still boil her to death."

The corner of Lao Shu's mouth twitched when he was almost obsessed with the sambar deer's approach to health preservation, it was also a deer.

If he is a good-for-nothing, he and Sambar, it's really not sure who can beat the other to death.

Thinking of this, Lao Shu put his fingers lightly on his beard, whispered to Sambar's ear and said, "I want 99, eat, drink, whore, gamble and smoke, or...you try?"

The corner of Sambar's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "You are only 99, your wife is 99, and your whole family is 99."

Old tree: "..."